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"Julian, you have gone too far. I can't take so much luggage!"
Margaret was so anxious to get out of the car that she almost fell. Fortunately, Evan helped her up.
She was the kind that didn't feel like moving after eating. In such cases, Julian was simply inhuman letting her pull the suitcase and walking half a mile in high heels.
Evan looked at her sympathetically and said, "Mrs. Jorgansen, if you want to travel, you can have the driver go with you in the future."
He must be monitoring her!
Margaret snorted and rolled her eyes. She would definitely not accept being monitored!
Walking inside with the luggage, she found no servant all the way. She was going to ask a servant to help her at first.
The wheel pressed against the gravel road, letting out a muffled rumble.
It was already summer, which made it exceptionally hot along the way even it was at night.
Feeling the sweat on her back, Margaret could not help but frown, "Evan, help me with the luggage."
